Stay Out Of My Way Lyrics

Intro Hey yo,dogs,for real? I´m yo´ man but you got to dress up(Yeah) Cuz(Yeah)now you got chicks goin´"What the fuck" You know[What the fuck]somebody[What the fuck]swing on me and cut me? (C´mon)You know(C´mon)somebody pulled(C´mon) a gun on me and robbed me? (Come on come on come on) Is they stoppin´(C´mon)my brain[?](C´mon,c´mon(Hell no),c´mon-) Then it ain´t no(C´mon)problem(C´mon)here(C´mon) C´mon I ain´t wit(Yeah)that man(What,what) Just put my beat(Yo)back on(Yo) Verse:1 Ma$e Yo You know my mission ain´t complete ´Till I hit the city with a 600 Jeep Hardest nigga from All Out you wanna meet Hash in the dash with heat under the seat Chased K 52 states straight But still ain´t nothin´ sweet I took a year off to let the young nigga´s eat Everybody wit´ me want bucks Walk around platinum linked up With money like Brink trucks Shit get too hot Puff,put the minks up Come back in the summertime like,fuckin´ Summer Time All Out tattoo´s over wife beaters Get Mel Branson,never buy refer Bentley five seater,it´s all for real First rapper to close down a mall with a mil´{Yeah} The clothes,the hoes{Yeah},the cars that flaunt{Yeah} Plus the money so I´m on nigga one Talk to me Chorus: Total If you don´t fuck with me Like I don´t fuck with you It ain´t much for us to talk about Cuz you don´t fuck with me(Yo,yo,yo) And you know I don´t fuck(Yo)with you (Uh)So all I can say(Uh,uh) Is stay out my way Verse:2 Ma$e Don´t take much to wake up,taped up Fuck the district,I live in Jacob Hit a nigga bitch,nigga kiss and made up See me without Puff,try to get your weight up,uh Ain´t nutin´ between you and me And on the real,nutin´ you could do wit me I got cash that´ll fund your leave You´ll pull that hoodie over your head And put five in your Ceasar Doubt me now and die a believer Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver When the war´s on put your gloves and your Gore´s on Teflon hard hat nigga,put it all on Beef no more that´s what other nigga´s for I got a fam´ that love to go to war Love to get locked up,love pickin´ they ox up Love not comin´ home,love to be boxed up I´m from a town where your kids could pop up Little punks in garbage bags,body all chopped up{Yeah} I come and run{Yeah}your block{Yeah}knowing you got popped{Yeah}up Arms are rocked up,Bentley wit´ the top up Uh{You don´t fuck}you don´t stop{With me},come on Chorus: Total You don´t fuck with me And I don´t fuck with you It ain´t much(What,what,yeah,yeah,yeah)for us(What)to(What)talk(What)about (You don´t like) Cuz(Me nigga)you don´t fuck with me[What the fuck](You wanna fight me) And you(Nigga)know I[He]don´t[He]fuck with you(Stop frontin] So(Nigga)all[Front you]I can[Nigga]say(Uh) Is stay out my{My way} way Verse:3 Ma$e One,two three,four Everybody on the floor You see grams,I´mma see craeter By the time you see land I´mma see acres Drop another CD just to see paper And before you see me you will see the maker All I see is more chances,more advances More houses,no spouses,more beaches Wild thugs around me and no leeches When the gun´s out playa,there´ll be no reachin´ Ballin´ in dirty self wit no creasin´ And all I see is more F than iced out Jesus pieces The rock over showin´ John faces You never love the money like we love it{Yeah} Pay the chick sucka{Yeah},and let her teeth{Yeah}touch it All Out Bad Boy forever The Movement What Chorus: Total You don´t fuck with me Like I don´t fuck with you It ain´t much for us to talk about Cuz you don´t fuck with me And you know I don´t fuck with you So all I can say Is stay out my{My way}way You don´t fuck with me Like I don´t fuck with you It ain´t much for us to talk about Cuz you don´t fuck with me And you know I don´t fuck with you So all I can say Is stay out my{My way}way